Wright:
I hover over her, chest pressing to hers, and I can feel the way she trembles beneath me—every shiver, every hitch of breath a confession. My hands grip her hips, nails digging just enough to make her whimper, and I watch her eyes darken, pupils blown, lips parted, waiting.
“You’re going to listen to me,” I growl, voice low, dangerous. “Do exactly as I say.”
Her breath catches, and I see it—the mixture of fear and want, the desperate need in her eyes. “Yes… Wright,” she whispers, almost trembling.
“Say it,” I command, thumb brushing over the sensitive skin at the edge of her waist.
“Please… I’ll do whatever you want,” she breathes, voice shaky, broken, and it twists something in me.
“Good,” I murmur, dragging my hands along her sides, testing, teasing. “Keep your hands where
